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Wordburglar
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Strictly Do This
feat. DJ Fester Producer:Jesse Dangerously
[Jesse] What? You want what? You must be on drugs! I make the most thugged out dons want hugs Get your knees burned on rugs from kneeling down to me When I'm feeling ornery. Honorary coroner You'll suffer from a coronary. I'm out of the ordinary. Crypt keepers shiver and admit I'm sort of scary While the orthodoxy would suggest that I'm sort of snotty Also naughty like a toddler. Stockpile bottled water Crocodile tears, my style clears the hurdles Sample based (sample based), the only thing I fear is the Turtles That's right I'm Oroku Saki, bitch, the trouble's obvious I played a pickup game with the H E double hockey sticks The properties of floppy disks are tragically fragile My tongue blurs when it forms words, it's magically agile It's bad to be facile, so I take great pains To come off with the ferocity of irate freight trains Like the ones my mate James covers with paint stains Get at me dogs, it's brutal pitting poodles versus great danes Hate chains our hearts and restricts our purpose I consider it worthless. Yo check me out I'm picture perfect Go Ess Jay, it's your birthday in spite of the calendar's date Give it up for my pal ninja dreg! I wouldn't want to share his challenger's fate... he's tough!
[Essjae]How tough? [Jesse]So tough you'll be sufferin'! [Essjae]Coming correct from Church street to Dufferin [Jesse]You kids are small like MUSCLE men [Essjae]We're large like Captain Action [both]J D and S J - pure rapping satisfaction
[Essjae] I'm eating rappers like food because they have bat attitudes They're crude, and look like something I poo'd Out my buttcheeks a week ago, the unique paprika flow Comic geek who calls Chuck Zeto a ho Really though (yo) you better come with the beats and cuts Plus you really need delivery like pizza hut No buts, no ifs and definitely no maybes CRAZY... like that lady My references make sense like an encyclopaedia My rhymes don't make you shit, they make you bleed diarrhea Mama mia! Cut squares to octagons Make italian rappers say 'Oh no, not-a Sean!' It's on the down low, but I got Tony Soprano, Joe Pantoliano and Barry Manilow on the piano Down at the Copa Cabana, just ask I was undercover, dressed as Cobra Commander! No propaganda, you'll never ask for your cash back! Heads who like rap be like 'Who was that on that last track?' The extra liquor in your knapsack, The 21 to your blackjack, the picnic basket in your hatchback! If you act wack, you're gonna leave in a stupour 'Cause SJ's ill... it's not a rumour!
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